Soooo, just a reminder. Technically this story is a continuation of the previous chapter, their relationship is steady throughout each chapter... BUT! Remember that each chapter is a separate one shot and can be read individually. You do NOT have to read the previous chapter to understand this chapter. :D Though I'm sure all of you will since they're all some kind of smut.
This one contains my best efforts at "Santana speak." Hope it's not too atrocious.
Let's Get It On
Chapter 2 – Let's Write A Story
Quinn was feeling… something. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she knew what she needed. Texting wasn't doing it for her lately. Granted, it was still hot and got her off, but she needed more. She needed something she could use in place of her phone. By the time she found her girlfriend between first and second period, she knew what she needed.
"Hey sexy." She whispered against Santana's ear, causing the girl to jump.
"Jesus!"
Quinn could only laugh. "No. My name's Quinn. Surprised you don't know that by now."
The Latina slammed her locker shut. "Funny." She made no attempt to stop her smile though. "Walking me to class?"
"Something like that. I have an idea for something you can do for me actually." Quinn had that look in her eyes. The look that made Santana instantly wet.
The shorter Latina stopped to look at Quinn. "And what is that?"
"Write me a story." It was more of a demand than a request.
"Why should I do that? You know I hate English class right?" By then, Santana was laughing. She assumed it was just her girlfriend messing with her.
"Well, if you do this for me, I'll buy you that thing you wanted." Quinn smirked. She was going to get what she wanted, even if she had to basically pay for it. Over the past two weeks Santana had been talking about getting a strap-on to spice up their encounters. The only thing was, she didn't have the money for one and Quinn refused to buy it for them. She figured that if Santana wanted it, Santana could buy it.
"Really?" Santana's eyes lit up with the idea of finally acquiring the toy.
"Mmhm."
Santana's own smirk grew on her face. "What do you want this story to be about?"
Quinn leaned in close to make sure nobody around them heard her as she whispered against Santana's ear. "You fucking me with the strap-on." Then she was gone before Santana had a chance to respond.
After Glee Santana silently placed a few pieces of folded paper on Quinn's lap. She threw her girlfriend a seductive smirk before making a hasty retreat.
Quinn couldn't get home soon enough. Once she did she hurried up into her room, ignoring the questions her mother threw at her. She was on a mission. A mission to read what Santana wrote for her. After she was in her room she shut her door and laid across her bed on her stomach. The pages were quickly unfolded and she began reading.
I swear to god Quinn if you don't buy it for me after this you'll pay for it. Don't even test to see if I'm joking.
The day the toy arrived at my front door two things happened. One: I was happy. Two: I was pissed at you for sending it to my house. I mean, what if mom or dad had gotten it? They'd kill me. As I carry the small box to my room I get my phone out to text you.
Me: Get your sweet ass over here.
You: Why?
Me: Cuz I said.
Still I wonder why you question everything I tell you to do. I'm a little nervous when I open the box and pull the strap-on out. It's a little bigger than I thought it would be. So I get up and mess with the straps until I figure them out. Then I put it on under my jeans. The bulge is noticeable. Oh well, I don't care.
By the time you get to my house. I'm antsy. I'm antsy and more turned on then I'd ever been before. Every little move causes that little insert to press into my clit. It feels good. And I know I'm already beyond wet. I'm like dripping by the time I see you help yourself to coming in my room.
"Lock the door." I tell you. You just tilt your head to the side, shrug, then do it anyway.
"Why did I have to get me 'sweet ass over here'?"
I don't answer you though. I just stand up and go to you. Before you can talk again I kiss you. Like kiss you hard. My arms go around your waist to pull your hips against mine. You break the kiss and gasp. I smirk. I can see that look in your eye. You know, that same look you get when you're gonna explode.
"You got it."
I nod. My hand takes yours and places it on my crotch. I moan when your hand wraps around the dick and massages it. It feels good. It feels so good. But of course, ya know, I need more. You notice it, as you always do. You grab the front of my jeans and pull me to the bed. I watch you sit on the edge and pull me even closer. Like to the point my crotch is in your face. I don't mind. Not one bit.
Your fingers work quickly. Always do. They undo my jeans and slide them down. I laugh when you gasp. Going commando was easier with this huge thing around my waist. You don't stay shocked for long. While I'm busy laughing you grab the dick and give it a harsh tug toward you. "Be nice or I'll do it again." You threaten.
I know better than to challenge you though. I bite my bottom lip before leaning in to bite yours. I know I need to be inside you. So I start to pull at your clothes. You needs to be naked. As soon as you are I kick off my jeans pull off my shirt and push you onto your back. My hands play with your clit, only to find how amazingly wet you already are. I bet you are right now too, reading this. Aren't you? You little perv.
Anyway. I grab the head of the dick and slide it along your pussy to get it wet. While I'm doing that you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me in for a kiss. And can I just say, your kisses are fucking awesome. Just like every other part of you. Ok, got sidetracked again. You wanted me to fuck you, that's why I'm writing this, and that's why in this you're currently naked under me. So I move my lips to your neck and suck on that little patch of skin below your ear. The one that makes your whole body squirm for more.
I feel your nails start to dig into my back when I push the dick into you. "More." You moan.
I listen to you, because, ya know, this is the only time I ever listen to you. I start biting and sucking on your ear. My hips start thrusting the toy deep inside your pussy. It feels good for me too. Every push and pull makes that little insert thing move and wiggle in all the right ways. I can tell you're tight. Hell, I already know you're tight from our other fuckings.
You moan loudly. Your legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. You're close to cumming all over the dick. I pound harder into you. I'm close too.
"San… Fuck!" You scream out. Your entire body arches off the bed as you cum. Just a few more thrusts and I'm cumming too. "We should have gotten that sooner."
I reach out to smack you. See, that's what you get!
There… are ya happy? Hope it's good enough for ya.
Quinn couldn't contain her giggle as she refolded the pages and reached under her bed for a little keepsake box she kept under there. It was full of random things from her childhood, but most recently it had items from Santana in it. Her favorite was a strip of photos from one of the booths in the mall. The top one they both had their cheeks puffed out like monkeys. The second one they were giving each other devil horns. The third one they were both smiling widely, eyes locked with one another. And the bottom one was of them kissing, Santana's head tilted away from the camera, Quinn's toward it. Santana had her hand resting on the blonde's cheek with Quinn's own hand resting on top of it. It was her favorite picture of her and her girlfriend.
After stuffing the story into the box and shoving it back under her bed she grabbed her phone to type out a message.
Quinn: Get your sweet ass over here
Santana: Mocking my story now? Lol
Quinn: I said get over here. We have some shopping to do
Santana: Be there in 10
Remember people. I'm always looking for more oneshot ideas. If you can't think of a whole like, prompt for me, think of a little phrase. Don't know if you've noticed the titles...
LET'S Get It On
LET'S Have Some Fun
LET'S Write A Story
If you can think up a little phrase that starts with Let's I can fill in the rest.
And now, You all will have the lovely option of choosing which phrase my next one shot will be about. Feel free to let your minds wander as to what each of these will contain...
Let's Kill The Mood
Let's Pop Your Berry
Let's Have Phone Sex
Let's Get Online
Let's Not Get Caught.
Please note! If you choose Let's Pop Your Berry, I HAVE to do Let's Kill The Mood first because they're going to be linking together.
Anyway, leave your choice in your review :D